| Paroles: | (Colin Moulding)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways,
(Please come home)
Oh run-a, oh
run-a, oh runaways
(Please come home)
Daddy hit you in a temper,
But he's sorry
now,
(Please come home)
Just a quarrel had with mummy,
Just a family row
(Please
come home)
You caught mum chasing dad with a knife,
(Don't cry, don't cry)
You
ran away to escape from the fights,
(Don't cry, don't cry)
Now you're lost in a maze of
neon light,
And she's worried,
He's worried
She's worried, oh...
Oh run-a,
oh run-a, oh runaways,
(Please come home)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
(Please
come home)
Pacing street-lamps on the highway,
Haystack for your bed
(Please
come home)
In the morning we will find you,
In papers to be read
(Please come home)
You heard screams from
The warmth of your bed
(Don't cry, don't cry)
You
slumbered on without being fed
(Don't cry, don't cry)
Now there's no more tears to be
shed,
And she's sorry,
He's sorry,
He's sorry, oh...
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh
runaways,
(Please come home)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
(Please come home) |
